Sometimes I feel so behind on my 12×12 scrapbook pages. I started baby albums for Maddie and Lily when I was pregnant, that basically have hospital pictures in them, and that's about it. I have Christmas 12×12 albums that I have been working on since about 1996, but I'm about 3 years behind on my pages. Most of the years that I do have pages for are incomplete. I guess that's why I gravitate to mini albums so much. To me it's a much smaller time commitment, because I can do a complete mini of a holiday, vacation, etc. in about 2 days (including adding photos & journaling). And, that's why I'm super excited about today's post! I spent about a day making this spooky haunted house mini, and once Halloween is over I'll probably spend a day or less adding photos and journaling. Then I'll have a frighteningly good mini. I know, that was pure cheese :))
So, let me give you the low-down on how I made it. You're going to love this. I started with a Clear Scraps Chipboard Shapes Sandcastle Album. When I bought them, I thought they would be perfect for beach photos…though, that's a little predictable. Then, I thought I would make princess castles for my little frilly girls. So then, I thought Halloween!!! What a fantastic haunted house!!! As you may have guessed, most of the time I'm in idea overload…I REALLY need more hours in the day!
I sprayed the album with the new Halloween Glimmer Mist color Afraid of the Dark. I really liked how the chipboard took the GM…excellent coverage, lots of glimmer…love it! I embossed some Graphic 45 Staples Stickers with UTEE and clear embossing ink. I used Graphic 45 Magic of Oz 8×8 paper, and will use more paper for photo mats and embellishments when I have photos to add. I inked Prima Shabby Chic Treasures Window Frames with Black Soot Distress Ink. To finish it off, I embellished with Prima Vintage Trinket Charms, 7 Gypsies Display Corners, Tim Holtz Curio Knob, Art-C Mixed Beads Violet, and Prima Buttons.
Edgar Allan Poe (1845)
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil—prophet still, if bird or devil!
“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting